someone.â
âCan we just ⦠can we please talk about it some other time?â I asked. âI think Iâm getting sick from inhaling fumes.â We had been laughing only a few moments ago, but now I was feeling a terrible burden. âCan you please drive me home?â I asked.
She looked away, shaking her head. We walked back into her house in silence. âGet your jacket,â she said. âItâs in the front hallway.â
She made a meatloaf sandwich for Liam and drove me back to Grove Street. Before I got out of the car, with the sandwich in my pocket, she said, âWill you come back and see me whenever you need to?â
âRight, Mrs. M.,â I said numbly.
âAnd one of these times, will you bring your brother?â
âOkeydokey,â I agreed. I was under such a black cloud of dread and guilt that I wasnât sure Iâd ever see her again myself. It was that bad.
FIFTEEN
It is early, the morning after the big visit, and Clara has come to my bed to wake me. She is excited about something, and I am having trouble waking up after a long night of tossing and turning.
âRise and shine, Charlie,â she says. âAre you getting excited about where weâre going today?â She pounds my chest and belly lightly, determined to get me moving.
âStop it.â
âAre you forgetting you might get some good news today?â
âThere is no good news in the forecast.â
âCharlie! Remember what today is?â
âDonât you have to go to work soon?â
âItâs my day off, remember? I took today off because of your big doctorâs appointment.â
She is right. This is why she is excited. It could possibly be the day they remove my cast and replace it with the walking boot. Remembering this, I feel a fluttering of excitement too at the prospect of no more cast and being able to walk without crutches. I smile at Clara hopefully, thankful that she kept track of my appointment, but she doesnât return my smile.
âCharlie, please tell me why you moved your boxes out of my closet.â
I hadnât thought she would noticeâat least not right away. I had underestimated her yet again. I decide in a flash to give her an answer, albeit a dishonest one.
âI thought they might be taking up too much room.â
âOh, really? Really, Charlie? Your few little boxes taking up too much room in my big old closet? How considerate of you. Where did you move them to, Charlie?â
I meet her eyes. I so completely do not want to tell her where I put the boxes that for a long moment, I canât speak at all. My tongue is paralyzed. I shake my head, trying to communicate wordlessly how impossible it is for me to tell her where the boxes are. She attacks from a new direction.
âTell me more about that cousin who died.â
Oh God. The damn cousin who died. An old lie, coming back to bite my ass. I donât want to add to it. I take a deep breath. âNot my cousin,â I say. âDonât know why I said it was a cousin. Just a girl I knew. Someone. From a long time ago, nobody important.â
She is rightly bewildered. âSo did the girl actually die?â
Another long pause. âNo. She just ⦠went away. Look, I donât know why I said she died. I felt embarrassed. I didnât want to have to explain why I still have her stupid picture.â
âWhy do you still have her stupid picture?â
âThereâs no reason. Thereâs nothing to tell. It meant something to me once. I guess I loved her. I donât know. She was my babysitter. I was like seven years old.â I add, pleadingly, âI had a really fucked-up childhood, okay? Youâve figured that much out, havenât you?â
She nods. âI feel so sad for you right now.â
âDonât say that. Please. Donât feel sad for me. Please. I canât stand having people feel sad
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